Reese tilts his head. “You know your husband is a bad man, don’t you? You knew exactly who you were marrying.”
I don’t react. I don’t need to.
Beau shifts on the couch. For the first time, his eyes meet mine. And what I see in them makes my skin crawl. There is no guilt there. No remorse for trying to ruin his brother's life. Beau is not a man who’s been manipulated into something he doesn’t want.
Beau is orchestrating this and using Reese as his little puppet.
“The Greek deal goes through Beau now,” Reese continues. “And unfortunately, if our plan of having him arrested in Red Creek went through, that would already be in motion. But then Hunter had to go and marry you and give you a claim to the Ranch. And you had to stick your nose in and get that reporter into the station.”
My eyes flash in anger as I look at Beau. “You had him arrested when he came to save me from the bar?” I hiss.
He gives me a smug grin. “Yeah. I fuckin’ did. And I had him arrested the first time. And I worked with the Greeks to have that mother of Wyatt’s killed. I did it all. Thought of it all.”
Wow.
“Sounds like your plan keeps failing?” I snap back.
Because Hunter has gotten out of jail twice. He’s working on finding out who did this. Their plan doesn’t seem that well thought out. Which is good for me. They will have a weakness, and I need Hunter to find it fast.
Beau sits forward. “Look, my initial plan was Hunter going to jail, I inherit the title, I cut the deal. Then I try to save Hunter from prison.”
“How lovely of you,” I huff.
He chuckles as he stands. “I see why he likes you, Lola. Full of fire. And a great set of tits.”
I swallow the bile rising in my throat. “Let me go, Beau. Before Hunter kills you. There is still time to make this right,” I say sweetly, trying a different angle.
He scoffs. “I’ll kill you before he gets to me, Lola. Shut your damn mouth.” His eyes flash with rage as the room spins from my panic.
Beau. The quiet brother. The one who fed the horses and watched from doorways and gave me a nod that was never quite warm enough.
He planned it. He orchestrated the murder of his nephew’s mother to frame his own brother.
I think I’m going to be sick.
“Look. The plan is to blackmail Hunter into signing over the ranch using you.”
I blow out a long breath. “You’re both going to rot,” I spit.
Reese laughs. “Maybe. But not before we get what we want. Don’t forget, you walked into this trap freely. Your precioushusband thinks you’re on a plane right now. So, the search party isn’t going to start for a few hours at least."
He stands and straightens his shirt. My stomach sinks because he’s right.
“Make yourself comfortable, Lola. You’re going to be here for a while.”
They leave the room. The door closes. I hear the lock turn. I pull against the ropes until my wrists burn, but nothing happens.
I close my eyes and do the only thing I can, letting the tears stream down my face. Doing everything I can to steady my breath.
I can’t die here. I can’t.
But, Beau is right.
I’m on my own here, and I need to find a way out.
CHAPTER SEVENTY
HUNTER